I love painting cartoon eyes, and really should do it more often. Deciding where the eyelashes go is one of my favorite moments in painting a figurine.

This color palette was requested for a window display, but secretly was inspired by my mom's searing hatred of the pastels of her 50s youth lol.

Update, to no one's surprise: I bought him. Sometimes I end up with these pieces because I just couldn't bear to see someone else paint it lol.

"You're rather subtle for a man who seems so overt."

I have rarely been read harder by a fictional villain describing a fictional detective.

By the end of the first episode we watched, I was already covering my face with my hands saying "Oh no..." and explaining my personal evidence of why I don't think his wife exists.

It's a mirror, and I am unnerved and also emboldened. The world should quake in fear of how Columbo I may become.

My husband keeps turning and looking at me lovingly as this schlubby autistic fuck annoys people into confessing to murder.

I have never felt so seen. All my most unhinged customer service behaviors have been reinforced. My one squinty eye is squintier than ever.